SirensPrisonMind

This account is where I will be sharing my original writing such as poems, stories in progress and complete, along with links to where you can find my work. Please never hesitate to message me, or comment any feedback, ideas or anything else you want to share. Judge free zone, and thank you for being a part of this.

[s1rensmind]

I DONT FUCKING LIKE TEA

I don't fucking like tea. Yet here I find myself standing in the isle reading the names of the mixed loose leafs like a book even though I don't like tea, but you did so I'm looking through every herb bringing back memories of you stirring a dollop of honey into the steaming mug while you whisper empty I love you’s into my ear.

I'm allergic to cats, but you preferred them to dogs so here I am curled up every night with the one we got together even though you are no longer here, puffy eyed and itchy because I care more about her well being than my own, the same way I used to feel about you.

I have a list on Amazon, well I had a list on Amazon labeled “My Love” it was full of shit I would have scrolled past and never looked back on. kind of like the way you left me, but all of the things marked save for later were all things that made me think of you. I don't do that anymore by the way I don't think of you when I see things that I know you loved. I look at them for a second not really sure why I stopped in my tracks but I'm starting to unlearn that.

I am starting to unlearn a lot of habits that used to be sewn into my days like collecting necklaces and cords, and saying I am sorry as often, and keeping quiet when I have certain feelings because I don’t want the conflict, and begging for what I deserve, I also no longer flinch at the thought of being left over one wrong move.

It's kind of nice you know to now walk past the beverage isle instead of stopping and thinking “what am I doing? I don't fucking like tea”.

[s1rensmind]

Hello Death

Every night before bed I lay out cookies and milk in hopes I will wake to my most anticipated guest. I will offer to take his cloak and tell him he may hang up his scythe on the hook I have had collecting dust awaiting his arrival.

I may break down in tears of relief throwing my arms tightly around him. 

I might just greet him with a jumbled monologue of gratitude seeping from every crack in my soul.

I will explain that I have been counting down the days on my life long advent calendar. However the days began blending together and I almost thought he had forgotten me

I should tell him he has been on my mind sometimes deep down and others screaming out loud for as long as I can remember.

I want him to realize the hurt he has caused me ignoring my pleas and taking his sweet time collecting me.

I want to ask him if he heard me sobbing his name on the bathroom floor or silently praying for his entrance painfully between heavy breaths all these years.

Perhaps I will just scream with such bottled up emotion in hopes he will ingest it. 

Or maybe I will just follow silently in hopes he already knows.

[s1rensmind]

We're Just Friends

We have always been just friends regardless of the lingering kisses and fingers intertwined. We were like two peas in a pod just not in that way. The way that I had hoped you saw me the same way I saw you. When you fell asleep in my arms while I fondled your hair. Our laughter was fuel to the fire of hope I had struck inside me that those laughs would be the ones I would listen to forever. We would write out a blueprint and mark our escapes from the world where it would be just us but all our attempts failed. I found comfort in the parts of your life you were willing to make room for me. But now that tired old closet is overflowing and you sleep facing the other direction and you laugh at something new, cut your hair, and hold your phone, leaving no room for my hands to slip through. This makes me realize we will never be more than friends. In fact, we were never friends. I was a holding place to keep you clear from loneliness and as soon as that was no longer a threat you're gone. I was just an adrenaline rush and when you got used to me being around you were no longer interested. You led with a leash and I followed. Blind to the collar strangling my throat while you yanked me along until you dropped the rope. You showed me all of your pieces and how you like to keep them and I mistook that as intimacy when it was simple training so I knew where they all went when you came back broken again. But I am not a car and I refuse to travel down that road again full of turns and wrong way signs and endearing shops of memories to stop at to make me forget I have been driving in a circle for the last six years. So no we are no longer friends to lovers or lovers to friends but with no bad blood, our journey ends as acquaintances.

[s1rensmind]

I Do (Short Story)

Daniel has been dreaming of this day ever since he was a child, the flowers, the music, the centerpieces, the perfect woman, and all his loved ones from the past and present reunited under one roof. “Can you please for the love of christ help me move this fucking couch Daniel” screams his very pregnant bride to be from the other room, “I’m coming Beatrice my love, you really shouldn’t be moving furniture in your condition sweetie.” he responds quickly undoing his tie to the wedding tux he has tried on six times since he bought it. Beatrice was Daniel’s high school sweetheart and they have been dating for nine years and got engaged only a year and a half ago because he was waiting for the pants of the relationship to ask and that definitely was not Daniel and Beatrice was waiting for Daniel to regrow his testicles and be a man. Nonetheless these two have been in love for what felt like ever. “I have to get to work dear, if I am late one more time “without an excuse that includes death or me becoming paraplegic I won't have a job to come back to after our honeymoon” in Mr. Ponn’s words.”  He says as he quickly rushes through the front door, “also don’t forget I am going to be picking up our guest of honor from the airport after my shift B” he finishes before closing the door. “Of course my mother gets forgotten at the airport for two hours but your high school buddies have you running” she says under her breath before continuing to finnick with the couch.

Daniel’s shift ends and he very excitedly begins his trip to the airport in his used minivan. The anticipation eats at him. He hasn't seen his friends since Audrey’s wedding which was almost a decade ago and it was a blast. They don’t really talk on account of everyone's busy lives so it will be nice to catch up and just hang out like old times back in their hometown of Valentine, Nebraska. He arrives and gets out of the car and leans against it which would probably seem a lot more cool if his car didn't look like he jacked a second generation soccer mom. The first person out was Ethan, he was the shit talker, always had something to say but in a refreshing way this guy protected the rest of the group from any bully that came up. He walked over, “Hey Daniel, how the hell are you? You look like shit. Bring it in” Ethan said before grabbing Daniel into a hug. “I am doing great, I'm getting married and I got a promotion at wrinkles no more so you're looking at an assistant manager” he responds proudly, “No shit they are finally letting you marry your sister? I'm kidding, I'm kidding, she's way too good for you.” He laughs and punches Daniel’s arm. Before Daniel can come up with a comeback the doors open again.

Out comes Henry, now he was the shy one of the group, but that didn’t stop him from being feral with the rest of us but did stop him from touching a boob till he was nine-teen. Following him was Audrey, she was the token tom-boy girl every group needs and she was probably more unfiltered and carefree then any of the others. They both walked out and exchanged pleasantries, well except Ethan he was telling Audrey how nice it must be to have finally grown into her training bras. This led to a clean nut tap from her leaving Ethan grasping his nuts for dear life while still chuckling. Lastly Rick and Roman, identical twins who when they first arrived at school convinced everyone they were the same person, then convinced everyone they were long lost brothers finally brought back together by the system. These two were like tweedle dee and tweedle dumb intelligence wise. 

The crew piled into the car and all started with their lovely banter that was quite aggressive from an outside view but to them was just fun. “So Audrey, I know your sugar grandpa of a husband is getting up there. He's free to come to my office and we offer a senior discount.” He bursts out cackling. Henry was an anesthesiologist who worked for Florida's most renowned plastic surgeon. Audrey rebuttals with “You’re not even a doctor you get paid to put people to sleep at best you’re a professional Bill Cosby.” This alone sends everyone into a mocking and hysterical laughter. “It’s nice that beatrice let you borrow your balls for the bachelor party tonight Daniel” said Rick from the backseat, “Thank you very much Rick but we have joint custody of my testicles, y'all are just lucky we picked the same weekend as my visitation” Daniel replied sarcastically.  

They arrive back into town and Daniel drops them off at their motel, except Henry whose mother would go absolutely belligerent if he spends even a night he's in town away from her clutches. “Since we are going to Henry’s moms place anyway, should you just drop me off there for her scheduled dick date or should I wait till after the ceremony?” Roman says, looking directly at Henry, who turns around and starts repeatedly punching him. “Out of respect I think you should wait until after our date we planned ours first, or if you're comfortable we could tag team her” Ethan says, “Shut the fuck up Ethan” shouts Henry who has always had a close relationship with his mother. Honestly this was a three hundred pound woman who goes to the doctors religiously to have her skin tags removed so to be quite frank a night with that woman is more punishment than any punch that could be thrown by Henry.

The night of the wedding approaches and everyone heads to the abandoned barn that Beatrice decided would be the perfect venue, which it was once they finished spraying for spiders and rats. Everybody takes their places in the wedding party and the ceremony begins. “Daniel Levsuites, do you take Beatrice Rosendale to be your lawfully wedded bride?” asks Ethan who is playing the part of the officiant because he one time got registered online to be one on a dare. Before Daniel can say “I do” a spider makes his way up his neck and rests on his cheek sending Audrey into a fight or flight and she has always chosen to fight. She steps up to the lovely couple swift and calm like and quickly with straight strength whacks him across the face, “Mazel Tov” she exclaims then returns to her spot. 

Everyone laughs even the bride who , being eight months pregnant forgets that holding a tight grip on her pelvic muscles was a necessity so her bladder releases all the sparkling cider she has been holding on too. This causes the crowd to break out into even louder cackling. “I do, I do, I do, I mean shit how could I not” Daniel interrupts through tears of happiness getting the show moving knowing his wife is now soaked in her own pee. Ethan continues “Beatrice Ro-” Beatrice chimes in “At this moment guys I would agree to just about anything that gets me closer to changing, but yes of course I do”. Daniel pulls her into a deep kiss “Does that mean your sister is up for grabs?” Ethan asks loudly, Daniel's sister with a sarcastic smile on her face flips him off from her seat.

At the reception the whole gang gathers at a table and just enjoys each other's company. “You know Daniel if you ever want to get out of this town and stop sucking your boss off for days off my company is hiring, so you could slurp me off for some days off but in a bigger city.”  Ethan says, “Fuck it” Daniel responds. “Hey Ethan is your company looking for a new law firm” asks Rick, “we were not really in the market for a new legal team but I was thinking our current one is much too smart, court isn't even a challenge so yeah I think your firm would be the perfect drop down.” Ethan responds, Rick and Roman finish the deal with their signature fist bump. They were all quite excited at the idea of being closer to each other now that they were all working together. “I guess I can convince the old man to move to Massachusetts and be the best dentist there” Audrey says, “She means old man literally” Roman chimes in. They stare at Henry waiting for him to agree on starting a new life with them, “Awe hell fine now put your bedroom eyes away” he says. This was just the beginning of the true reuniting of these friends.

[s1rensmind]

Reading allows you to escape reality into a fantasy world, but writing lets you choose your destination.

[s1rensmind]

Ghost Mother

“Is eight old enough to begin raising a five year old while throwing your own childhood to the wind?” Jezebel asked herself this now that she was edging twenty-one, while being very aware of the answer. She often thinks about all the things she gave up doing in her life to ensure that her sister was able to experience it all. Every messy, good, bad, and memorable part. She wondered how different her life had been if she spent her days focusing on her own homework rather than helping her sister with hers and then heading off to job number one, who knows, she may have graduated valedictorian. Instead however she dropped out her senior year because school felt trivial when she was never sure what kind of home she would return to. She wasn’t an unpopular kid either she tended to have a small group of friends she would bring home but avoided going out with because she didn’t want to leave Luna alone at the house because her mothers moods were a ticking time bomb and she never knew which woman her father would be coming home smelling like. 

It was Jezebel and Luna against the world though for as long as she could recall. Her mother would be working at all hours but never had anything to show for it but a carton of cigarettes and a pack of soda. So it was up to Jezebel as soon as she turned fourteen to find ways to get money in hopes we wouldn't go another day without electricity, or hot water, or food. Thankfully her mother did bless Jezebel with a knack for manipulation which she would use on any man who showed interest. Now she wasn’t a prostitute physically, emotionally however she had men her age and slightly older buying her words all over town. Yes from the ripe age of fourteen Jezebel would have a list of men under her belt ready to give her or help her with whatever she needed to keep her and her baby safe. Even though Jezebel knew she wasn’t legally doing anything wrong she still felt dirty, but if that is the cost it was well worth it in her eyes.

When Jezebel was ten she would get in a fight with a few kids on the bus for making the tiniest remarks about her blood and that was enough to send her into a fit of rage. This was a bad call on her end because that meant from now on she would be walking across town to school with her seven year old sister in the dead of winter since the bus was no longer an option. This was no different then when they would go on even farther walks to the store to pick up whatever they could afford for food and Jezebel hiding what she couldn’t in her snow pants. Honestly being outside with  the freezing cold air kissing their bright red cheeks was better than the warzone tucked behind the front door. So if it took a half an hour longer to return from school that wasn’t the worst thing.

Jezebel's father drank and smoked and her mother lazed about when she wasn’t on a tangent making sure Jezebel's self esteem never reached knee height. This was enough to cause fights that should have taken place in the ring. They also had her very young so they grew together but never grew up. This would be the reason even in the most dire situations her parents would choose each other over Jezebel and Luna. Jezebel spent the majority of her nights up late listening to her parents fighting waiting for a crash or one of them calling her name telling her it was her time to come down and break it up hoping the neighbors hadn’t already called the police. She at nine years old had already taken on the parenting role and the referee role and this would continue well into her early adulthood. She would wake up to nightmares of pulling her mom off her father in a fit of rage and removing the grip of her fathers hands from around her mothers throat.

Putting herself in harm's way on a daily basis to protect her baby caused an immense amount of resentment towards her parents and an array of mental health issues she would be forced to deal with the remainder of her life making every day a struggle. All throughout Jezebel's life her parents would be negligent and abusive towards her not so much physically but extremely verbal and emotional. She did her best to keep Luna as far from the crossfires as possible and that included locking her in their room or both of them and putting her headphones on her sister and holding her tightly trying to soothe her to sleep in hopes she would not have to experience the fear and panic Jezebel endured much to consistently. She did this in other aspects of Luna's life as well such as keeping her in arms reach anywhere they went to confirm her security but this may have affected Luna's social skills for Jezebel tended to do everything she could for her. 

Jezebel's mind quite often looked back at these memories as an adult especially now that she feels her job is nearly complete. Luna is now almost eighteen and Jezebel is almost twenty one, She just watched as Luna graduated highschool and will be attending college in the fall, her first choice nonetheless and she now lives with her grandmother who Jezebel is not the keenest on but her grandmother may be the only one who cares for Luna nearly as much as she does. It hurts her to move on from not being needed as much but at the same time has never been more proud of her daughter. She continues to see her a decent amount but she can't help but think back to when it was just them against the world. 

Now that Jezebel and Luna are grown their mother and father are back and present but Jezebel tends to get incredibly angry when either of them tries to be parents to Luna after all the years of raising her herself. She is still upset at the idea of after all this time, all of the struggling, and all of the blood sweat, and tears she put into raising a child from such a young age that they think they have the right to come in after everything is said and done and bask in the glory of my kid who I risked and lost so much to make sure she had what she needed to get to where she is now. However, even after the hardships she encountered with a child that was just left to her with no warning, she would look back while writing this story and ask herself was it worth it? The answer is yes without hesitation her child is the most important and will remain the best and brightest part of her. So as a singer gets all the love for their music the ghostwriter sits behind the scenes and basks in the glory under wraps which is precisely how she lives, but you bet your ass it is worth it.

[s1rensmind]

When you are you..

My eyes follow you like a perfectly in sync dance.

You lead the way and my pupils stare in unison.

I never get tired of looking at you.

Your words hit deep like a bullet.

Every time you speak my ears eat it up and digest it slowly.

Your words are smooth like honey and the sweetness fills my essence.

Your skin is that of a ripe rose and me the botanist.

I am enchanted and infatuated when our flesh meets.

Staring at your body is like reading a map of my favorite destination.

Your kiss pulls me in like a magnet.

When your lips touch mine it makes my heart beat. Without it I'm nothing.

When your mouth touches my skin it's like frankenstein arising.

And love when you just be… I am whole.

As if I've lived all these years with a missing piece.

You came along and you introduced me to me.

[s1rensmind]

Question for My Readers

What should I write about; Living with diagnosed and medicated mental illness, Fantasy love, The toxic side of love, My dysfunctional family, or more feminism?

[s1rensmind]

Think of Me

Sure I'm sensitive, but if you love me you should take that into consideration before you pierce my heart and mind with every vicious slash. I know I think too much, but that's why everything you say to me gets replayed and reanalyzed a million times before it's finally taken as a threat. The worst part is you know it will, you voice your concern and empathy with how I will take this omen. You still announce your opinions. You say every cruel word and empty promise with no sympathy. You say you care and that “you hope I don't take it the wrong way” but I will. You know I will but you don't care. You're not even phased when I have to excuse myself to the other room because just like my childhood home emotion is a sign of weakness. You feed on my vulnerability until I'm left a shattered mess trying to pick up every piece and shred of glass grabbing the nearest tape dispenser on an impossible mission to build myself up again. Like a game for kids, the second a block tower is introduced it's like an aching need to tear it down and wait for someone else to clean up your mess and it's always me. What kid wants to play with a skyscraper when it's already sprawled across the floor. The worst part is even writing this down and reading it out aloud, I still think it's my fault. I don't blame you the slightest bit. I know I'm not the best or even runner up. I know it is hard to manage and you have to word things properly or avoid things all together and that's hard. You say that you want to protect me and you don't want to see me hurt but you seem to be the only one hurting me. I still take full responsibility though, maybe it's all the years of karma catching up to me. Maybe it's just the best I'm gonna get, and that's fine. Even through all the mean things you say and the amount of times you bust my heart it feels like you glue it back together. To me your love is worth it and so much more. I still think regardless of the nasty things you say at my expense I'm in the wrong. I can never for the life of me make you out to be the villain and never myself as the victim. My brain switches roles.

[s1rensmind]

There's something about you.

It that makes me want to try,

Makes me want to forget and move on,

Makes me wanna be a whole new person.

The person you deserve,

The person you’ve always wanted.

Being around you makes me nervous.

I get pulled out of that black and grey and pushed into a new world of color,

But I like it better here.

That familiar faded neutral doesn’t give your beauty justice.

You make it impossible to focus.

I find myself lost daydreaming in your eyes,

I can almost make out our future in them,

I get disoriented when my skin meets yours,

I'm found off-course as my lips fuse with yours.

I tend to push away the negativity more.

The way you love me makes the scary disappear,

It melts away the bad thoughts and replaces them with hope,

Your laugh drowns my demons in ways I never would have thought.

But there’s some things you must promise me.

Promise to keep wiping away my tears on my dark days,

Promise to be there when I break down and or rise up too high,

Promise that after the honeymoon phase and things get tough we won't grow apart but dissolve into each other instead.

[s1rensmind]

It’s Not All Men

It's not all men, but it's the “cover up” I received lustfully from the male teachers lips when my tank top was getting distracting throughout all the years of my schooling. But whose eyes were meeting my shoulders and chest in the second grade classroom full of boys who haven't even begun looking at girls like their meat? Was it the grown men? The same grown men that cat called me at 10 years old playing hopscotch on the sidewalk? It's not all men but it's the ones who make leggings or tight pants into personal invitations just to grab my ass. It's not all men but it's the ones calling girls women before they are given the chance to even sound out the word. It's the ones who make constant remarks about my body before ever getting the chance to meet me. It's the ones who grope me in public spaces then laugh with their friends thinking they're deserving of a trophy. It's the ones who make a woman feel she needs to shut up and look pretty. That the only place for a woman is either cooking or cleaning. It's the ones who make a woman nothing more than property. But it's not all men. Just the ones who feel the need to make a woman's body count her definition. I mean yeah a number can be extensive but it's her body she gets to choose what she does with it. It's the ones that made sex seem like not a big deal but once youve done it youre a whore. It's the ones who judge girls who wear only baggy clothing but the girls that show a little bit more and are comfortable in their skin they're doing it for attention. It's the “well what were you wearing” for me. It's men that try to make the female victim into the antagonizer just by how short they're skirts are. “What were you wearing” has lost all it's meaning when the first time I was assaulted I was wearing jeans and a Dora T-shirt with some light up sketchers, and many other women wore similar clothing. Our clothes don't lessen our experience.  It's the men who tell their daughters to be careful then teach their sons the same manner they're protecting their girls from. It's the ones who don't take “stop your hurting me for an answer”, and the men who don't believe a woman can change her mind during.  It's not all men. It's the one who held me down in eighth grade and forced himself into my being. It's the one who told me that I want to do this because I love them. It's the ones who drop pills into unsuspecting girls drinks in hopes of getting lucky. It's the ones who made us have to invent rape proof undies or forced us into learning to always look behind your shoulder when your walking home at night, and to cross the street if you see a man up ahead. It's the ones who make women feel like they have to keep their keys between your knuckles and if you don't know what that means then you're either a man or a part of the lucky 3%. But it's not all men it's just the majority of them….

[s1rensmind]

Empty Home

Sitting on the steps doesn’t give me the same comfort as it did a few months ago. The walk to the front door seems longer than it did once before and my stomach turned away it never has before. I enter, I’m nearly winded by the smell of fresh paint and hatred. I can hear the sounds of a new house settling after all the years of discomfort. Shadows move out of the corner of my eyes, movements of memories too alarming to forget. The echo bringing back the negative thoughts that started far then began pounding in my ears. The kitchen feels vacant but not stripped. The fridge is still filled with the last trip of groceries but by now they are festering. A single apple sits on the counter top. It's crazy to see something so at ease in a war zone. The living room couch is moved exposing the hole in the floor we tried our best to cover up for so long. I stare at the blank wall in the hallway where dust had built up where our family portrait used to rest there. God I can't even remember the last time we were steady enough to have such real smiles. In the master two twins pushed together on the ground where a king used to stand so strong it reached my abdomen which at this point  was twisted. I walk to the bathroom and run my finger tips shakily across the mirror. The reflection looking back is eerily unfamiliar. I would not even recognize this person if I saw them on the street. My heart drops and I exit with a feeling too strong to express with words. I finally take a deep breath of the outside air and finally I'm free.

[s1rensmind]

Black Sheep

The nursery rhyme doesn't give justice to the feeling of being the odd one out. The feeling of being the burden, the problematic one. The hunch that you have to look over your shoulder every time you make a small mistake in hopes no one sees so you don't have to see the ridicule and disappointment in the bystanders heart. You know the inkling you have in the back of your throat when you get yelled at by a loved one. The one  that fills your body with guilt while you try to hold back the raging waters from pouring from your eyes. It's like that but constantly. The idea that you have to continuously be defensive and hold up an emotional guard anytime someone wants to talk to you. That anytime anything bad happens regardless of control you are to blame. The thought that everytime someone looks your way it's just to judge and scorn. The feeling of being the black sheep in a herd of white tinted gold. 

[s1rensmind]

When you feel numb that's how you know you've lost control. Not feeling is the feeling right before you die, you might not die physically but emotionally you are drained. There is nothing left of you but an empty shell, like when a hermit crab leaves to find a new home. It's your soul looking for a better being to fill. You're so tired of feeling that you shut it off, you disassociate from the real world and hide in your mind. When you feel numb it's right past the breaking point, after you have hopped off the edge and you're just drifting into nothingness. It's the feeling you feel when you've lost all hope and you think you will never get it back. Being empty is hard because you don't quite know how to explain it because it's not that you don't feel it's that you're feeling too much. You're beyond sad, it's so sad because you miss the feeling of being sad and it's scary. You will do anything to get your feeling back. Some people envy the feeling of being numb and try to gain access through drinking and drugs and it sucks. People are so done with living they just stop. It's even worse when people try and understand because they can't and they won't ever be able to unless they reach that point in which they are too broken to repair on their own. The world is a bad place, the place where souls go to get crushed where souls go to be molded and shifted into horrifying beings, and everyone is mean. If not to one another to themselves and that's somehow worse. No matter the horrible things someone says to you it's nothing compared to what they're saying to themselves and that's tough. Being the bully in your own movie being the antagonizer that rips you to nothing and that's wrong. You can't even imagine the pain in one's life because no one really in pain wants to talk about it. We shelter ourselves in the arms of our monsters. They hide us from the agony of society, and what does that say about the world that we live in. That we are so depressed we have to depend on our demons.

[s1rensmind]

Switching it up

I am currently working on a book called “The Slave”. Think of it as a mashup of 50 Shades of Grey and 365 days but with a willing from the start BDSM slave and it is between two girls. A dominant rich woman who needs control over every aspect in her life, and a willing submissive who falls in love with the master but will not tell her due to the rules. I did however have to rewrite it in another document because my roommate loved it so much she wanted a copy between a submissive girl and a dominant guy. Anything to please the fans! 

[s1rensmind]

Remove my Trauma

Dissect my being and find out where my trauma lies. Tell me where my problems stem, where they began. Why it eats me up inside and spits me back out like I mean nothing. Find the cause of my pain and unfasten it from my innards. Open me up and dig around till you feel something unbreakable. Push my pills and my self pity out of the way. Maybe it's hidden deep under my self hatred, or maybe my mountain of fears. Try checking beside my anxiety, it looks like twisted intestines and a cinder block upon my lungs keeping them from filling with oxygen. Maybe it's on top of my Bipolar Disorder, just look for the rollercoaster of ups and downs that ache my body and change my mind quicker then I can think. Maybe once that trauma is removed my frame will be decluttered and I will be me again.

[s1rensmind]

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